Harry Is A Poet Harry Mason

Not everything in life is in your hands.Anything can upset the best laid plans.It sucks. I can say nothing more.When life pushes you through a certain door.For most of life, you feel in control.That you can decide if you reach your goal.The only thing standing in the way is us.As long as we work hard it'll be no fuss.And then, it breaks. The illusion fades.Effort matters, but it's just an aid.Nothing can stand against the mechanism of life.Not strength nor sadness, not calm nor strife.It can be devastating, to the utmost degree.It hurts. But that there is reality.So, what next, dear fellow and friend.Do we just accept life, and make that the end?Rise. Rise together, or rise alone.But rise to meet the fate you've been thrown.Life will have its way. It will make it's choice.But so must you. Now find your voice.

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https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2016/08/fate.html

It's how it all started.

The voices.

In the twilight hour, they whispered.



We heard them at the crossing.

Through a veil.

They gave advice we needed to hear at the time.



The advice was often simple.

Always sincere.

Time to wake up. Talk to her. Remember to breath.



They guided us in a way.

We thought forwards.

And not every step on the road is hard.



Until it becomes hard.

That step.

The voices wavered, as they always did.



A life with twilight speech

The whispers.

They don't take kindly to being ignored.



The world expects much.

But not them.

And never the people they drive.



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https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2016/07/whispers.html

Everyone wants to feel, in some way, like their thoughts matterThey want to be pitched ideas as a worthy batterWhat I didn't want, what I never wanted, was thisTo decide whether to cast a man's soul to the abyssI was selected for jury, and drawn to do dutyThe desire to do my responsibility flew through meI was chosen as an equal, and now within my handsI hold the soul of a most guilty manI've no doubt that he did it. His victims' blood runs clearThe most open and shut case they've seen this yearThe rest looked at me, shocked as I hesitateIn delivering the verdict to the official of stateYou see the death penalty is still a reality to mePart of the law of the land of the home of the freeYes this man is bad. Yes he took a man's lifeAnd I tell myself it's different, because I don't hold the knife.That he looked in their eyes and knew what he didThat his victim had a wife. The victim had a kidI try to make this repulsion to the man on the standGive the verdict that's needed as I clench my handI would like to claim, as in so many casesThat the circumstances form an uncertain basisOn which to lay enough grounds to burst out and shout"Your honour, I claim to have reasonable doubt"I don't have such a backbone on which to restInstead I face a very different testTo court holds its breath, in this theatre of the absurdSimply to cause the death of a man, by saying a wordI've waited long enough. Caused enough anguish to all.The state is waiting for me to make my call.As head juror. As citizen. As someone far from perfect.I clear my throat, and I give my verdict.

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https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2016/07/the-verdict.html

It's time.Oh it would have been so easy.You could have stayed still.But no.You, oh noble beast. You live for a thrill.And so it begins. Slowly. The count.You inhale. Ten.This is it. What everything has led to.The thing that has filled your dreams so often.Nine. You shudder. Every last muscle.You anticipate.Even in this step into the unknown.This step into fate. Eight.You will now be propelled through time.You will experience heaven.This World is now to small.It is your fence. Seven.Six. You can feel your heart.You can feel fully alive.Now is the moment.Now is the moment. Five.Some would ask why?What is this? Four.You simply respond.So I can be Three.This moment is all.All I ever want Two.Before me is every wall.I will burst through.They doubted me.With good reason.It was impossible.It still is. One.Ladies and gentleman.We have lift off.

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https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2016/07/the-launch.html

Dear everyone disheartened by this: please don't be.Now, more than ever, we need to have courage.Now, more than ever, we need to have strength.For so long, we have simply resorted to fear to make our case.Fear of the man next door, fear of the unknown.And believe it or not, this makes people scared.So now, as we face the unknown, we can not be frightened.One decision is made. But other than that, everything is on the table.The road ahead need not be that which we assume.So, to those who voted for the first time, thank you.Britain came out in such great force yesterdaySo we need you to not be scared. To not be disillusioned. To vote again.It is the job of those in politics to make this new message hopeful.That we are not just a community of an island, but of a world.To inspire the next generation into a country they want to fight for.What has happened in the past is unchangeable.What happens next is up to us.So please, be strong. We need you.

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Written 8 years ago, the morning after the results came in.



https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2016/07/on-brexit.html

This poem is lovingly dedicated to my GrandmaShe has been around 90 years on this World so farBrought happiness and joy to many a different faceShe takes life and it's challenges with a loving embraceBecause in 1926, the same year as Winnie the PoohMy Grandma was born all fresh and newYoung and full of promise, so fittinglyThey named her simply RosemaryAnd like rosemary, she works best with othersAs a mentor, as a neighbour, as a partner and loverShe never sees a person as better or worseJust a future friend with which to converseI feel lucky, even though I arrived so lateI've spent 23 years with her on Earth to dateThat after so much time since that birth yearBoth she and I share this world right hereIf I start to worry about what the future might bringI remember, in 1926, we still had an empire and a kingWe've been through much turmoil change, it needs not be namedJust that through it all my dear Grandma remainedWhatever challenges life decides to throw my wayBlood flowing in her veins flows in mine todaySo I have the power and the passion to persevereThanks to those strengths passed on from my Grandma right hereI just want her to know, how grateful I always will beFor the patience growing up she never failed to show meFor the love, and the light, let me just sayGrandma, have a very happy birthday.

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https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2016/06/90-years.html